I can’t remember. 
 It’s all distorted. 
 I can’t remember when I was young. Remember what we loved? 
 Counting on fingers, stepping on leaves. 
 We never cared. That’s what I know. 
 Well I know now. 
 These days, they can’t be saved, 
 These months are just too long, 
 I’ve become sad and lost.<br />
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			         Thanks to d